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New Moon Rising
Blackout poetry by Lily Iervasi. Read more
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Evermourn
Despite the stark difference between a soldier’s need for slaughter and the relentless research of the sage, they were one and the same in the end: naive wanderers—none of whom would ever know the sun’s warmth again. If one believed everything they heard, at least. Around me, these tales upon tales were all eagerly dismissed—but… Read more
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Schnittlauch Pfannkuchen
One summer, your mama took us to the forest to collect Schnittlauch. We came home and mixed the Schnittlauch with our pancake batter, and I was happy, because these pancakes were not sour, or familiar like our Dosas. Read more
Creative
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